Sickening

Last night I dreamt I was on a bridge, wearing a new beige suit. I'm not usually a suit type of guy (though I often have to wear one), and certainly not beige, but in the dream I loved it. I thought to myself 'I must get another one, the same colour, for when this ones in the wash' I was walking up a hill, In Cork, not sure what happened to the bridge but then I was back on it, and had to tiptoe through this dark room as there was sick on the floor. That was when I slipped and landed on my front, in the sick. Yeah; it was ruined. I was devastated. But then some dwarf fella squirted me with a special hose that got rid of it completely. Then Paul Robinson from neighbours (haven't watched it for twenty years by the way) bought me a pair of shiny blue trainers (absolute bad boys) for Christmas, and I remember thinking 'I wonder if these will go with the suit?' ahem..